Ouch... [Anemone hisses softly. Her bed squeaks, and the sheets ruffle softly.]

Damn it... what happened? [She sighs.] Well... my head doesn't hurt so much... how long was I--

Hey, what day is it?

I...

I want cake.

I don't think there's chiffon cake here, but I bet... I bet I could eat a whole cake by myself... or... or something... maybe... maybe jam... something sweet...

Oooh... everything hurts all funny like...